Chapter 15
LUCAS
After lunch, I sat on the sofa in my apartment and texted Mason to be sure he’d be around for a FaceTime call to meet Ezra, who was currently using the bathroom.
Lucas
Bro, are you and Jett available to meet Ezra via FaceTime?
Mason
Hell yes. Even if we weren’t, I’d make us available for such a momentous occasion.
I chuckled. Of course, he’d put it that way.
Lucas
Good, I’ll call in a few minutes and hey, do you guys want tickets to see my first home game with Ezra on Tuesday?
Mason
Again, hell yes. I think we can get tickets ourselves, though.
I smirked. He might have already been planning on it. I wouldn’t put it past him.
Ezra ambled from the bedroom, combing his fingers through his long bangs. “Well?”
“They’re around. Come here.” I patted the cushion next to me. Was he nervous? Meeting his sister had been easy, maybe because I hadn’t had time to think about it.
After dropping in next to me, he slid his palms against his jeans, over his thighs and forced an exhale. “Okay. I’m ready.”
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, kissed his cheek, and dialed Mason. As I held the phone in front of us, it chimed and picked up.
Mason’s face came into view, his blue eyes the same color as mine and hair a little straighter and darker. “Bro, good to see you.” He shifted the phone and Jett came into view, his long-dirty blond hair falling to his cheekbones, surrounding his green eyes.
With a quick smile, Jett waved. “Hi Lucas and I’m pleased to meet you, Ezra.”
“It’s a pleasure.” With a glance at me, Ezra offered a soft grin.
“Well, it’s official. My brother has a hot boyfriend.” Mason cackled. “Dude, you know how to pick ‘em.”
“Babe, tone it down.” Jett huffed. “You haven’t even introduced yourself properly.”
“I don’t have to. He knows who I am.” Mason’s face filled the screen. “Right, Ezra?”
Ezra chuckled. “Right, I certainly do.” He edged closer to my side.
Mason narrowed his eyes. “So, let’s get down to business. You’re a photographer and you met my brother on a shoot. How many naked pictures do you have of him?”
“Mason.” With a scoff, Jett pushed Mason off the screen. “Don’t listen to him. He has no filter and apparently no manners.” He glared at Mason.
“I have manners.” Mason forced his way onto the screen. “How many?”
“Uh, only one that he took himself.” Holding the back of his hand over his mouth, Ezra sniggered, and his cheeks reddened.
“He sent you a dick pic?” Mason shifted his gaze. “Dude, no faces in the dick—”
“My face isn’t in it.” I scoffed. “I trust Ezra anyway.” How the hell had we started off this way? It was Mason, that was how. “So, you’ll be taking Ezra to the game on Tuesday.”
“Sure, it’ll be a good time.” Mason smiled. “Ezra, how much do you know about hockey?”
“Some, but not too much. I never watched it until I started watching Lucas’s games.” Ezra chewed the side of his lower lip.
“That’s fine. We’ll teach you the ropes and then you can coach Lucas from the sidelines and give him hell when he fucks up.” Mason cackled.
I rolled my eyes. “Does Jett treat you like that on the ice?” They had such a cool dynamic when they played. It was like they read each other’s minds.
“I never fuck up, Lucas.” Mason gave me a smug smirk.
Shaking his head, Jett said, “I have to keep my eye on him, or he tries to hog the puck.”
“Do not.” Mason’s attention drew to Jett. “Come on, babe, I let you take plenty of shots.”
“Let?” Jett scoffed and then a grin spread over his mouth. “I’m kidding. Mason’s a great partner to have on the ice and off.”
Ezra swallowed hard. “If he’s anything like Lucas, I’d agree. Lucas has been the most generous and caring man I’ve ever met.” With his eyes sparkling, he peeked at me.
Was Ezra getting emotional right now? “Thank you. You deserve it.” I hugged him to my side.
“Ezra, I don’t want to be a downer, but how are things with your ex?” Jett’s attention drew to us.
“It’s calmed down for now. I have an order of protection against him and although he broke it at first, I haven’t seen him or heard from him in a few days.” He picked at a fold in his jeans.
“You know our buddy, Jonah Boehm, who plays in Canada, had a situation with a guy like that. But the guy hadn’t even been an ex-boyfriend.
He’d only been a hookup to his husband.” Mason furrowed his brows.
“The guy tried to ruin them. Just be careful. Sometimes these guys plot something nasty, then return with a vengeance. Don’t let your guard down. ”
“We won’t.” I glanced at Ezra, his face slack. Was this conversation upsetting him?
“We need to indoctrinate you to the gay bar on Mill Avenue.” Mason wagged his brows.
“Babe, too soon.” Jett tsked.
“We don’t have to do it this week. We’ll plan something on the weekend, when all the guys can be together.” Mason smirked.
“Y-you want to take us to the gay bar?” Fuck, I’d only heard about my brother’s conquests and fights in that place. I drew my attention to Ezra.
A smile played over his mouth. “I think it would be fun. I haven’t been there since I was in college.” He bumped me with his shoulder. “What do you say, Lucas?”
“I uh…well, I…” They outnumbered me. “Sure. In a few weeks, maybe?” Then I’d feel more centered in my new sexuality.
“Perfect. That’ll give me time to plan it. We can introduce you to the Fuck U of A shot, but you only get one if you win your last game before we go.” Mason gave us a wicked grin.
“Fuck U of A? Isn’t that University of Arizona?” I swiped my gaze from the phone to Ezra.
With a smirk, Ezra said, “Yes, this place has a chalkboard with probably thirty different shots on it, all with comical names. My favorite used to the be the Dirty Boy.” He dipped his head, his cheeks flushing.
“Ah, I like it. Lucas, you’ve got a live wire here,” Mason said.
“Okay then.” I might see a new side of my brother and Ezra at this place. I’d be ready.
Later in the evening, we had a nice steak dinner at home with Evan and retired to my room. All the talk we’d had earlier about fucking and anal weighed heavily on my mind as the sun set.
Ezra sprawled across my bed in the low light from my nightstand. It was time to experiment a little more with him. He tilted his head over a pillow, his dark hair spreading over it. “I had a great time with you today.” His lips curved into a gentle smile.
“Yeah? Me too.” I set my knee on the bed and crawled on, dropping in next to him. My gaze found the outline of his cock in his jeans. I’d been checking it out all fucking day. I never did shit like that. Why him?
“Your brother is so funny. I like him.” He rolled to his side, tucking a hand under his pillow.
“I’m glad you don’t think he’s an asshole.
Sometimes he rubs people the wrong way.” I snickered.
“But he’s got a good heart. When I was a kid, I always knew I could count on him.
” I shifted to mirror Ezra, gazing into his deep brown eyes.
They’d changed. They weren’t as broody as when I’d first met him. Was it because of me? My chest ached.
“I can see him being a person who’d defend his little brother.” He focused on my lips.
My dick filled with heat and lengthened. Just one look…“Yeah, a kid tried to fuck with me in elementary school and Mason went to his house and beat him up.” I chuckled. “The kid never bothered me again.”
He tensed his lips. “My sister went after kids for me a few times.” He creased his brows. “I was never, uh, a big kid. I was always on the shorter and skinnier side. For a while, she was bigger than me, even though she was two years younger.”
“You were always a twink?” I cupped his cheek, our gazes locking, and I pressed a soft kiss on his mouth. “I mean that in the best way. When I told Mason about you, the first thing he said was that twinks were my thing. He was right.”
“Yeah…” With the ghost of a smile, he shifted closer to me, his breath quickening. “Do you want to try something different tonight?”
Fixating on him, I nodded, my solid cock aching. The anal shit worried me as much as it intrigued me. Or did it intrigue me because I was anxious about it? Sexuality was so messed up sometimes.
Taking a hard swallow, he kept his gaze on mine, unfastened my jeans, and then dipped his hand inside my briefs, placing lazy strokes on my shaft.
“Fuck…” As pleasure coiled inside my gut, I slid my tongue across my lips. His touch was electric.
“Let’s take it slowly and see where things go.” He shifted even closer, skimming his lips over mine in the softest of kisses, his palm rubbing the crown of my cock, spreading precum down the shaft. “You’re leaking already.”
“I am. I guess with you it’s instantaneous.” Pleasure shivered up my spine. I bit my lip through a moan, my brows tensing. I could barely think straight, but I knew what I wanted. “Kiss me and climb on top of me.”
“Okay, but get undressed first.” He left me to sit up, lift his shirt over his head, and toss it. Next, he skimmed his jeans and briefs down his legs.
“No sexy underwear tonight?” I freed a soft snicker as I removed my clothes and threw them on the floor.
“You want me to wear them all the time? Even when we’re out in public?” He hooked a brow at me.
“I wouldn’t…” Shit, if I’d known he was wearing lace all day, how would I have hid the boners? “Okay, maybe on special days when I don’t have to worry about walking around with a hard on.” I fell onto my back again and flung my arm to the side. “Come on.”
He hovered over me and lowered, propping on his elbows, his legs between mine, his long hair falling around my face. His hot cock pressed against mine, and he shuddered. “When we go to the gay bar with your friends, I’ll wear something extra special for you.”
My cock twitched against his. “Perfect.” Grabbing his round ass, I dug my fingers into the globes. “You have the nicest ass. You’ll let me fuck it sometime, right?” My mind wanted it all, me on the bottom and him on the bottom.